austonnnnn picking you up & moving u around when ur in his way😖
you’re standing right in front of the fridge, one hand on the handle, staring blankly at the shelves like opening the door’s gonna make a snack materialize out of pure will. you're wearing one of his shirts, huge on you, hanging mid-thigh, no shorts, just bare legs and bedhead. you feel him before you see him, that big slow presence padding into the kitchen behind you, heat off his body radiating like gravity.
his hand slides around your waist first—lazy, warm, possessive—and then the other hooks low under your ass, all casual strength. and before you can even register it, your feet leave the fucking ground.
“auston—!” you yelp, squirming as he lifts you like nothing, like you weigh less than his gear bag, hauling you up against his chest with a stupid little grunt just for effect. the fridge door closes with a soft thunk behind you.
“you were in my way,” he says, so matter-of-fact, not even a flicker of apology. just standing there with you slung over his arm like a backpack, one big hand gripping the underside of your thigh, palm practically eating the curve of it whole. you twist in his hold, trying to glare at him, but he’s already smirking down at you with that annoyingly hot face, messy brown curls still flattened from sleep, his damn mustache twitching like he’s fighting back a laugh.
“you could’ve said excuse me like a normal person.”
he shrugs, starts walking—with you—to the counter, like you’re just part of the furniture now. “didn’t feel like it.”
you squeal when he shifts his grip and sets you on the counter like a ragdoll, thighs spreading from the motion, his hands still bracketing your hips like he owns your entire lower body. you slap his chest halfheartedly but he just grabs your wrist mid-swing, brings your knuckles to his mouth and kisses them, stupid soft, stupid smug, eyes glinting.
“what, you mad?”
you pout, narrowing your eyes. “you’re such a fucking caveman sometimes.”
“mhmm.” he leans in, lips brushing your cheek, voice low against your skin. “and you love it.”
he lets go, finally, but not before dragging his fingers up the backs of your thighs, slow and warm and way too knowing. and as he turns back to the fridge, you stay planted on the counter, knees knocking together, skin still tingling where he touched you, trying not to grin like an idiot because yeah—you really fucking do.
tags; NSFW 18+ olympic village smut!!! lots of kissing, cocky auston who talks you thru it, fem nicknames, dry humping, p in v, overstim, creampie, multiple orgasms ;)
a/n; this is inspired by several wonderful anons!!! ty guys <3
wc; 1.6k
It's hard to believe you got Dylan out of the room long enough for this. When your boyfriend brought it up, his village roommate complained nonstop that he just wanted to go to bed after the late game, but Auston pulled out his card along with an ultimatum.
"Listen, man," he starts, "you can either take my card and take your wife out for gelato, or–I dunno–a croissant or something, or you can lay in your bed like a perv while we fuck."
Dylan shakes his head, cringing at the thought, and shoves Auston's hand away. "Just hurry up, I'll be back in an hour." He rolls his eyes and closes the door, locking it from the outside.
Auston comes toward you with long strides, his steps heavy, looking at you like you're prey. He'd been trying to catch you all day, trailing after a glimpse of you in the dining hall before you disappeared, trying to tug you into a corner right before his game but a group of team staff walked by, taking them with him. Now he's finally got you in his hands, they splay large and warm across your middle under your hoodie.
"Take this fucking thing off," he mumbles, stooping to nip at your neck before he tugs the hem harshly. You comply with the request and pull the hoodie over your head, bare chest revealed to him.
Auston's eyes zero in on your tits, lips pressing up into a smile before he dips his head down. Warm lips ghost over the swell of your breast, his tongue coming out to lick a stripe between the valley of them, then turns his head for a gentle bite. His hands are busy too, sliding under the waistband of your fleece leggings to push them down. you whine when the brisk air hits your legs, goosebumps rising.
You shiver, burying your fingers in his hair as he sucks at your chest. "Not fair," you mumble, your other hand reaching down to playfully squeeze his ass. "Take your pants off."
Auston growls, giving you one more soft bite before he stands up. His frame towers over you, practically caging you in towards the wall. He tucks his thumbs into the waistband and tugs them down, his half hard cock already tugging at grey boxers.
He backs towards the tan arm chair in the corner, lifting you into his lap as he thuds into the seat, your cotton panties press to the heat of him and a sigh escapes you, grinding down on it. Tension releases from your shoulders as you slump onto him, teeth pressing to his neck. "Missed you," you whisper, arching your back as his hands guide you.
A sweet whine falls from Auston's lips, then they quirk up into a smile. "You've been needy, huh," he teases, his voice low and syrupy. "Missed my cock?"
"I said I missed you," you snark back, moving against his grip to press your hips to his in slow rolls. "Missed kissing you," you add with a pout. You know he cant resist.
Auston practically swallows you whole, big hands shoving you down against his growing erection as his lips press to yours. You hear him whine again, feeling the sound vibrate into your mouth as he catches your bottom lip between his teeth. "That's right," he murmurs, "good girl."
Your breath comes out in shaky puffs, the heat between your legs growing with each pass over him. He moves your hips for you, your tired body pressing solidly against his own broad chest. It isn't long before you feel his thighs shake under you, your thumbs finding his nipples to play with them as you kiss him again. With a smirk you breathe against his mouth, "close already, big guy?"
Your boyfriend doesn't take that lightly.
Auston surges upwards, your legs lock around him as you squeal in surprise, his hands catching under your ass. He throws you onto the bed and you're surprised it doesn't break under the force, you know how flimsy these things are, hearing stories from your teammates about the cardboard collapsing. There's not much time for you to think, though. Auston crowds over you, ripping your panties in his haste to pull them off before he shoves down his own boxers.
You reach for him, stroking his cock languidly for a moment, the skin warm and velvet under your hand. He hisses, sucking in a breath and pushing your hand away. "Be good," he growls softly.
Your thighs part, making room for the side of him, he's wide and hot, pressing his body to yours. The tip of his fat cock teases your entrance, you feel yourself clench and pulse at the ghost of a feeling. "Aus, please," you whine, looking up at him. with big eyes.
That's all it takes. Auston presses inside, it's a slow, tight push and he brings his face close to yours, capturing your lips in a kiss. "That's it baby, doin' good for me," he murmurs, rewarding you with gentle pecks across your cheeks and chin when he bottoms out. He waits there for a moment, thumb toying with your clit while you wait for the burn to morph into that needy squeeze he knows all too well. "How's it feel, hm?"
You nod in response, biting your lip and letting your head fall back against the pillows. He starts to move, pressure and friction cresting inside you at once. Then the mewls tumble from your lips, tits bouncing as he shoves into you at a relentless pace, you can't breathe with the way he's stuffing you, thick cock stretching you our and numbing all your thoughts into static.
"Atta girl," he growls, his teeth sinking into your breast. You can feel his cocky smirk, he knows what he's doing with you. His voice is honey in your ears, smooth and warm and oh so sweet, a stark contrast to the way he's fucking you.
Everything is hot, too hot, you writhe under him, throwing one leg out to provide a different angle. "Fuck, right there!" you exclaim, nails dragging down his back.
Auston digs into you, hands squeezing your waist, cock grinding heavy against your walls. He moans loudly, not caring who hears, all he can think about is the way your sweet pussy is squeezing him. He ruts into you harder, "this pussy knows who she belongs to, huh," he grunts, breathing heavy from the exertion. "Come on, show me."
Your back arches impossibly high, the tightly wound coil in your core suddenly snapping as you shudder around him, clenching and squeezing his cock. His pace doesn't falter, not even when you beg him softly, "Aus fuck, c'mon s-slow down."
He doesn't stop, though. He shakes his head at you, smiling when you throw your head back. Electricity buzzes through you, every nerve ending lighting and firing, your whole body tingling. It's all too much, the way he's still rubbing against your spent walls, each involuntary squeeze wracking a shudder through your body. But above you, Auston can't stop grinning.
He looks so cocky you nearly roll your eyes, but instead they roll back into your head as he hooks his hands under your knees, pressing them up to your chest. "Aw, come on. You can take it."
You whine, grinding back against him to dull the relentless press of heat in your tummy. Everything is hot and humid, sweat clinging to your hairline and drenching your back, and you writhe listlessly to get away from it. "Did they-did-" you pant, turning your head to the side and looking over at the open wardrobes, "did they give you extra sheets? cause you're gonna-"
"Shut up," Auston growls. He clutches you back, closer, getting in your face. He bites your lip, digs his tip into that spongy spot, so deep inside you feel it in your stomach. "Just let me fill this pretty pussy," he grumbles, picking up the pace and sealing his lips to yours.
The next minutes pass in a blur, the overstimulation passing into something different, a pleasant numbness. You clench around his length, feeling every groove and vein, the thick press of him inside you. His thighs shake from the effort, hips gaining pace and stuttering. You barely hear him whispering, catching faint fragments of your name, fuck, and please. He floods you, his hot cum dripping out where he stretches you open. You're panting, blood rushing in your ears as he collapses on top of you.
Auston's sudden body weight nearly knocks the wind out of you, but you don't care, you writhe against him and grind your clit against the wiry hair on the base of his cock. He chuckles, hand snaking between your bodies to find the sensitive bundle, and his lips press to your neck.
"That's my girl," he whispers. "You were so good for me."
You whine, the wave of pleasure suddenly crashing over your body. Auston moans one more time, your name falling from his lips as you pulse around him. You lay back, stretching to ride out the feeling.
"How long was that?" you ask, smirking down at him. Auston groans, and tries to protest, but you talk over him. "Ten minutes, wow. We better call Larks and tell him to turn around now."
"I thought i told you to shut up," he grumbles back, "we're taking the whole hour. Gonna get up an' shower in..." he yawns, his face finding its home in the swell of your breast. "I dunno. Ten more minutes."
You giggle but give in, fingers finding a spot in the hair at the base of his neck, his body giving you more than enough warmth to be comfy. "And we'll change the sheets," you say.
Auston huffs out a laugh, nodding. "Yeah yeah, the sheets."
hey girl...auston matthews smut...? perhaps...? 🥹 where the reader is like visiting toronto and on her first night there she meets him and like yk and then she starts piecing together hes an athlete and then like the next morning she tells her friends and theyre like "girl u slept with auston matthews from the fucking maple leafs" and shes like OU SHIII do u see the vision...
Pairing: Auston Matthews x Fem!reader
Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, kissing, biting, marking, aftercare and some fluff.
Stance on Team USA
"You going to stare at her all night or go talk to her" Willy asks as he catches Auston staring at you for the millionth time.
"He's scared" Kniesy says.
"I am not scared" Auston injects.
"Then go talk to her" Willy says.
Auston rolls his eyes as the two of them begin bickering about if he'll actually do it or not, Auston approaches you and when you look up he has to restrain himself from staring at how beautiful you are.
"Hi I'm Auston" he says, "Can I buy you a drink?"
"Yeah you can" you say. Auston orders you a drink and then sits beside you as you two begin talking. You get to know each other really well as the night goes on Willy and Kniesy move over and join you.
"So your not from Toronto?" Willy asks
"Nope from America, visiting with some friends" you say.
"That's cool, what for?" Kniesy asks
"They are leafs fans and wanted to see a hockey game" you say.
All three men freeze at the mention of their team but you seem oblivious as you keep rambling about how you have never watched hockey and honestly don't care.
As the night winds down Willy and Kniesy depart leaving you alone with Auston, "Would you like to go back to my place?" He asks.
"You trying to get in my pants?" You ask with a smirk.
"Was it not obvious?" Auston asks, "I think your really attractive if your up for it."
You pretend to think about it but Auston can tell by your facial expression that your going to agree, "Yeah why not, let's go."
Auston leads you out the door and to a waiting Uber, it doesn't take long before you two get to his place. Your immediately greeted with two dogs, who you have to give some attention to.
Auston watches in amusement as you play with his dogs for a few minutes, you eventually come back to him. "So you going to fuck me or just stand there looking handsome?"
"Both" he says with a smirk before pulling you into a kiss.
You immediately kiss him back, Auston picks you up and carries you upstairs. You wrap your legs around his waist as he maneuvers you two upstairs and lays you down on the bed. He pulls away and goes back to shut the door, "I don't want to traumatize my dogs."
You giggle as you and Auston work together to get each other naked. Auston kisses your neck as he slips two fingers between your legs, immediately finding your clit. He starts circling slowly as he leaves bite marks and hickeys all over your neck.
"Auston" you moan out as he slips those two fingers into you and starts fingering you.
"So wet for me baby fuck" Auston says.
You whine as he removes his fingers, "Patience baby, your cumming on my cock" he says.
Auston lines up with your entrance and inserts his cock slowly causing you both to moan, "Squeezing me so tight fuck baby."
"Auston move please" you say.
Auston begins moving slowly, your moans encourage him as he pins one leg to your chest and wraps the other around his waist. Auston reaches down and starts circling your clit causing you to moan loudly, "Oh Auston right there."
Auston smirks as you throw your head back in pleasure and moan loudly, "Gonna cum" you moan out.
Auston groans as he feels you clenching around him, "Cum for me baby."
You moan his name as you cum all over his cock, Auston groans as he watches your body convulse under him and he feels your release soak his cock. Auston thrusts a few more times before stilling inside you and filling you up with a groan. You and Auston catch your breaths before he pulls out and helps you to the shower to clean you up. You two get cleaned up before coming back and cuddling and drifting off to sleep tangled together.
The next morning you wake up to your phone ringing, you blindly feel for it before you see the contact is your friend. Auston blinks sleepily at you as you answer the phone, "Hello."
"Y/N, where are you?" She asks
"I went out for drinks and met a guy" you reply, "I'll be back soon."
"Okay thank goodness your safe" She says.
You two exchange your goodbyes and you hang up. Auston looks at you, "Your leaving?"
"She's worried so I have to" You say.
"Okay I'll walk you out" Auston says.
He helps you get redressed and puts some pants on, before leading you to the door, "Can I get your number?"
"I'm going back home soon" you say.
"Please" he begs.
You give him your number before kissing his lips one last time and heading back to your hotel, your friends greet you at the door worried.
"You went home with a random man you don't know?" Your one friend asks
"That's so unlike you" another one chimes in.
They pepper you with a bunch of questions until you get to your hotel room, "So how was the sex?"
"It was amazing" you say before telling them all about your night.
"So what's his name?" She asks
"Auston" you say.
She looks at you funny, "What's he do?"
"Don't know" you say.
"Y/N, I think you slept with Auston Matthews the Toronto Maple Leafs captain" she says as she pulls her phone out and shows you a picture of the man you slept with and are going to see at the game tonight.
"Oh shit" you say, about that time your phone dings, "It's Auston."
"Girl you gave him your number?" She asks
"I did he was hot and good in bed" you say with a shrug.
She giggles, "Answer it."
You and Auston text until he has to leave for the arena, quickly becoming friends maybe more when you come visit which becomes frequent as your friendship grows.
Summary: You’re surrounded by a bunch of judgmental people, but you love Auston and he loves you so the whispers and snark remarks are nothing more than white noise.
Warnings: mentions of drinking, pregnancy talk (but not actually), really judgy people
Word count: 1.5k
⋆˚࿔ tina's note 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ I wrote like 3 different versions of this before landing on this one, so I hope you enjoy it, it’s a little rough but I’m trying to get back into writing so yeah. I’m aiming at posting a story of the mini writing spree a day but we’ll see
You’re aware that everyone in your family’s circle are a bunch of judgmental snakes, you grew up in this world, you’re immune to their comments by now, you’ve learned how to keep them at bay, to give them only what they need and nothing more. So sitting here at yet another gala with one of the most uncomfortable dresses ever and heels that cut the circulation in your feet you nurture a glass of champagne and ignore the looks you keep receiving and the hushed whispers about the article that was posted this morning, featuring ‘Auston Matthews and his new conquest’.
“Here, you look like you could use this more than me” Your younger sister switches her full glass with your almost empty one. “I didn’t think they’d move on from Martha’s husband cheating on her this quick”
“Yeah well, wouldn’t want the lord to hear how much Mitchell enjoys the company of other men” You say taking another sip of the bubbly drink “So me sinning with someone out of our oh so curated social circle is just the perfect thing to move on to”
“You say that as if your sex tape had been leaked” She snorts “It was just some pictures of you talking”
“And hugging” You remark
“Oh yes, how can we forget the capital sin of hugging out of marriage?” Your sister jokes “So where is the devil tonight? How come he gets to skip all this mess he created?”
“They have a game in Montreal, he should be back tomorrow” You say “Just in time for family dinner”
“Honestly I don’t think you should worry about that, mom and dad will love him” She reassures you giving your arm a squeeze “I’ll go get us a refill”
Just as your sister walks away some of your mom’s friends approach you, your name coming out in a condescending tone “Great night, such a beautiful function, congratulations on a successful gala Sarah” You give them your best rehearsed smile
“Thank you” She gives you one just as forced “So, did you come alone tonight?” Ah, there’s the real reason they’ve approached you
“With my family” You reply not giving anything away “I trust you’ve seen my parents around?”
“Yes, of course, your mom looks lovely” She says.
“We were expecting you to bring company” Hannah speaks “It’s all the city seems to be talking about”
“Is it? I’ve been super busy with work, haven’t had much time for gossip lately” You say keeping that composure that you’ve been working on your whole life.
“Gossip, what a horrible thing” Martha says clutching her new pearl necklace, no doubt courtesy of her husband after their last drama “Just as much as that awful game, my Nicky has taken to watching it with his friends lately and I don’t see the appeal of something so violent” She continues eyeing you “I couldn’t understand what you were doing with that player when I saw the pictures dear, surely you can see how horrible the sport is”
“I happen to enjoy hockey actually” You smile at her.
“If you’d excuse us, I’m going to steal my sister, girl emergency” Your sister saves you dragging you away before you can say anything else.
“My god, what a mess” You hear Sarah tell the others as you walk away
“Son, I believe this season is yours” Your dad pats Auston’s back “I’m not a betting man but if I was my money would be on your team, you guys seem to have improved so much over the summer”
“Thank you sir” Auston smiles at him and you tighten your hold on his hand, you’re at family dinner and almost a year into your relationship your whole family finally gets to meet him. “We’re working on getting better, last year was rough”
You’re sitting in the backyard after dinner, your feet on Auston’s lap as he rocks the swing softly “Last night was awful” You break the silence “I didn’t even tell you, everybody was just staring and whispering as if I couldn’t see them”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there” He squeezes your calf
You wave him off “You were busy winning” He chuckles “Martha had the audacity to come and tell me the game was awful and violent and she couldn’t believe I was associated with a player” You snort “She said hockey was worse that gossiping”
“Was she not gossiping?” He asks confused
“Yeah but it’s not gossip when she does it” You tell him “Anyways, Sissy pulled me away before I could ask her about her husband and his boyfriend”
“Ah, so we didn’t get into the really interesting conversation” He jokes
“Exactly” You nod “But Sissy says she has a class with the boyfriend so she’s becoming friends with him to get all the tea”
“Good, we gotta know everything about that”
The whispers don’t stop, in fact they get louder, but you’re happy with Auston and your family loves him so you turn deaf ears into all the comments. A couple months later you find yourself at another gala, this time Auston’s by your side.
“I can’t wait to get out of this dress” You mutter wiggling around a bit
“I can’t wait to get you out of it” Auston whispers into your ear making you smile
“Yes well, maybe then I’ll enjoy getting to breathe again” You say trying to pull at the dress that has no give.
“Why on earth would you put this on if you can’t breathe properly in it?” Auston says when he realizes you’re being serious.
“It fit great until someone decided to stop for a burger on our way here” You narrow your eyes at him
“You said there would be no real food here and I hadn’t eaten yet” He tells you
“It was a great burger, I will take a few hours of short breaths in exchange for it” You shrug
“Or we can just…” You feel his hand on your back and you’re about to ask what he’s doing when you feel your dress loosen up, he’s unbuttoned half of the tiny little buttons on the back of your dress.
You sigh out feeling the relief immediately and reach to give him a kiss separating when you hear a gasp and your name being called from behind you “You seem to be having a malfunction with your dress, come dear why don’t we go fix it at the ladies room, I’m sure your date will have the decency to lend you his jacket”
“Actually Martha” You turn to face her “I think I’m alright like this, the dress was just too tight” Her mouth falls open “You see, it was my perfect size when I got it, but that doesn’t seem to be the case anymore”
You see her mouth open and close like a fish but she can’t seem to get any words out before she turns to her clan (Hannah and Sarah) in disbelief, Auston chuckles quietly and gives you a kiss on the side of your head. You turn to talk to your sister who’s standing next to you when you hear the whisper “Do you think she’s pregnant?” Sarah asks.
“That must be it, her size hasn’t changed since she was a teen” Hannah replies.
Martha gasps “Do you think he’s the father?” You feel Auston’s hands tighten on your hips
“And if he was?” You say making their whispering stop, your voice louder than you wanted it to be making a few more heads turn your way “You have a problem with me having his baby Martha?” There’s more gasps and Auston’s squeezes you letting you know he’s there for you, your sister snickers from besides enjoying the show.
“You’re pregnant with his baby?” Hannah asks, surprise etched on every face around making you laugh at the scene.
“No I’m not but you should’ve seen your faces” You laugh once more and Auston chuckles “Now let’s make one thing straight, I’ve been polite about all your indiscretions over the months because my parents raised me right, but I can’t stand all your comments any longer, so thank you for your concern but I don’t need it, nor do I want it, I’m perfectly happy with my choices”
With that you take Auston’s hand, and turn to your sister “Tell mom and dad I say sorry and we’ll come by tomorrow?” She nods with a smile and you take off running, taking Auston with you only stopping once you’re halfway to the car to burst out laughing “Oh god, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that”
“It took one night for me, I can’t imagine how you’ve put up with it for this long” He says pulling you into him “That was amazing baby”
“They are so not invited to our wedding” You say finally catching your breath from the running and laughing
“No” Auston chuckles “They definitely aren’t” He hasn’t given you a ring, (but he absolutely has one hidden in the secret pocket of his travel backpack) but you both know, that this is it for you, you both are completely and irrevocably in love with each other and no amount of Sarahs, Hannahs or Marthas will keep you apart.
It was the 4th of July and you were celebrating on the lake with your friends. Your best friends husband had a boat back home in Maine and you rented a lake house for the week. It was mid day and you were a little drunk already. You all pulled up to the dock to refill on gas when a boat full of the most gorgeous men you’ve ever seen pulled up as well.
Your jaw drops and you hit your best friend Lauren on the arm.
“Laur, look at the tattoos on that one. I have nothing appropriate to say.” You giggled
Lauren just laughed and looked at her husband who had an evil grin on his face.
“Bet you won’t go hit on him.” Matt states with a grin.
All your friends on the boat groaned, knowing sober you would never turn down a bet, let alone while drunk.
You grin standing up.
“Oh you’re so on.”
You step off the boat, adjusting your bikini top and making your way over to the other boat. As you approach one of the blonde guys looks up and smiles at you.
“Hey there. You lost?” He grins at you
You laugh
“No, actually I think I’m right where I need to be.”
“Is that so?” His reply catches his friends attention and suddenly 2 other pairs of eyes are on you.
“Had a question for your friend over there.”
The blonde laughs, “Who, Auston?”
“The hot tattooed one.” They all laugh at that
“Honey, both my friends here have tattoos. You’re gonna have to be more specific.”
You sigh rolling your eyes and point at the tall, muscular, tattooed man with a mustache.
They all let out a laugh while he points at himself mouthing, “me?”
You can hear your friends behind you laughing their asses off.
“Yes, you. I have a question for you.”
Auston grins and steps off their boat and onto the dock in front of you.
“Woah.” You mutter, looking up at the tall, tattooed man.
“You okay there, sweetheart?” He asks laughing.
“Jesus what did your parents feed you? You’re like.. built.”
All his friends start laughing at this and you’re too drunk to be embarrassed.
“That was your question?” He smirks at you.
“Oh! No! I was wondering if you could feel my top for me and tell me what kind of material it is.” You grin at him, waiting for him to take the bait.
He raises an eyebrow at you and reaches out, fingers grazing the material of your top.
“Uh not sure, nylon maybe?” He looks confused for a second, lowering his hand.
You look down at the top confused.
“Huh, I could have sworn it was made out of girlfriend material. Hi, I’m Y/N.” You put your hand out to shake his.
He and his friends start to laugh loudly while you hear your friends groaning behind you.
Matt yells out “cmon, Y/N seriously?!”
“Girl, come back while you have what’s left of your dignity, please.” Your best friend shouts with her hands on her hips.
You turn around throwing your hands in the air dramatically,
“Hey, I’ve got this!”
You turn back to the tattooed stranger you now know as Auston, while he’s chuckling at you.
He shakes your hand.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. My names Auston. My blonde friend over here is William and my other friend is Mitch, that’s his wife Stephanie next to him.”
You step aside and wave at his friends on the boat before a moment of realization hits you.
“Wait.. Auston, Mitch, William.. not the famous trio from the Toronto Maple Leafs, right?”
They all start laughing at you as a look of horror crosses your face.
You slowly covered your face and held your hands up as you feel your face blushing.
“I am so, so sorry for wasting your time. Have a good day, yall.”
They all start to laugh, Mitch and William buckling over.
Auston however, slightly chuckles and reaches for your hand as you turn away. You look up at him confused.
“Hey now, you can’t walk away after an introduction like that. Are you a hockey fan?”
You feel like you’re on fire. You know you’re blushing and standing here with THE Auston Matthews holding your hand is more than you can handle at the moment.
Before you can even stop yourself you laugh-
“Yeah, not a leafs fan though.”
You hear Lauren groan from behind you.
“Y/N don’t start!”
Auston lets out a loud laugh.
“Well, now I need to know what team you root for.”
“I uh I should go now.”
You start to turn but Auston doesn’t let go of your hand.
“Cmon, tell me.”
You sigh and look back at your friends. They’re all grinning at the mess you’ve made and you’re suddenly 80% less confident.
“The Bruins.”
The smirk on Auston’s face drops but he still doesn’t let go of your hand. You hear Mitch and William groan while Stephanie lets out a loud laugh.
“A rivalry love story, how cute!” Stephanie says with a grin.
“I um I should really go now.”
You cannot believe the mess you’ve gotten yourself into at this point. You silently swear to never drink again at this point.
Auston grins,
“Oh come on, where’d that confident girl go?”
“Oh buddy she’s long gone.” You say still feeling the blush on your cheeks.
“Let’s find her again. Come on, we were just heading over to the island out that way. Meet us there with your friends. Let’s see how this plays out.” He gives your hand that he’s still holding a squeeze.
Matt speaks up,
“She’s in. We’ll meet you there!”
You spin around looking betrayed.
“Matt! I’ve made a fool of myself enough for one day!”
Everyone laughs as Auston walks you back over to your friends boat, giving you a hand as you step down.
“See you there, Boston.” He says with a wink and heads back over to Mitch, William, and Stephanie who are all grinning wildly.
Lauren hands you another beer.
“Here, you’re gonna need this.”
You sigh and crack open the can. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?
Auston Matthews soft fanfic. Spending time with his family in Arizona, and Auston is just so gentle with you like he keeps his voice so soft around you and gently just keeps kissing you. He’s is just the sweetest guy
arizona is warm in a way that gets under your skin—slow and dry and constant—but auston somehow makes it feel softer. he always does. it’s not the desert sun or the long horizon or the smell of dust and citrus in the air, it’s him—tall and easy and quiet beside you, big hand resting on your thigh in the car as you drive through his hometown, thumb brushing there in slow, absent circles like he can’t stop touching you, not even for a second.
you’re staying with his family for a few days. it’s relaxed, nothing too formal, just his mom cooking up way too much food and his sisters teasing him gently while he hovers around you like gravity’s been rewritten. he’s not clingy about it, just… near. always near. his voice goes impossibly soft every time he talks to you, something tender blooming at the edges of it, like he can’t bear to sound too sharp in front of you.
“you okay?” he asks, quietly, barely above a whisper, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek as you help his mom chop fruit in the kitchen. you nod, smiling at the gentle tickle of his breath, and he kisses you again—this time at your jaw. then again, closer to your ear.
“auston,” you murmur, cheeks hot, trying to focus on the knife in your hand. but he just laughs softly and kisses the curve of your shoulder, like he needs to make sure you know how wanted you are.
he doesn’t care that his sisters are watching from the hallway. he doesn’t care that you’re clearly flustered, trying to act normal. he just wants you close. wants to kiss you every time you pass by him in the house. wants to pull you into the crook of his arm on the couch, hold your face in his big palm and tilt it up just so he can brush his lips over yours like he’s got forever to do it again.
when you sit in the backyard that evening, sun going down slow over the palm trees and distant mountains, he tugs you into his lap without a word. you curl against his chest and he holds you there, arms loose but sure around your waist, his breath ruffling your hair as he speaks low against your temple.
“i like you here,” he says. “with me. feels good.”
you don’t say much—just hum, let your hand rest over his heart and feel it beating slow and steady under your palm. he turns his face into your hair, presses another kiss there. then one to your cheek. then the corner of your mouth.
you’re blushing again, but he doesn’t stop. he’s never in a rush, just patient and tender, like your body is the only thing his lips were made for. he kisses you until the stars come out, until his mom calls everyone in for dessert, until his hands have memorized the slope of your back all over again.
later, in his room, door barely shut before he’s kissing you again, he breathes, “i missed you,” like you weren’t with him all day.
“you saw me two seconds ago,” you tease, arms slipping around his neck.
he just smiles, soft and crooked, lips brushing your jaw. “doesn’t matter.”
he kisses you like he means it. every time. every single time. like you're his whole world and he wants to say it without saying a thing.
auston and reader where she is inexperienced and scared of her first time ans he tries to teach her and make her feel so safe!!
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his house is warm and too bright, but you only really notice him, the way he smells like clean skin and cucumber and something expensive you can never quite name, that smell that makes your brain go soft and floaty the second you’re close. your thighs are draped over his lap, skin sticky-warm, underwear tugged crooked, one of his big hands spread over your lower back, holding you there. your shirt’s up, his shirt’s off, and your breathing is a mess, little stuttering gasps that match the wild thump of your heart. your palms keep wandering—his chest, his jaw, your own trembling thighs—anywhere but inside his pants, where you know he’s hard and waiting, where you want him but you’re scared to touch.
auston keeps tracing circles on your hip with his thumb, just watching you, brown eyes soft and gentle, not a hint of impatience. “hey,” he murmurs, voice slow and soothing, “you’re good, baby, just breathe. you’re safe with me. nothing’s gotta happen if you don’t want it to.” his hand rises to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, callused fingertips gliding over your cheek. he leans forward, presses his nose to your neck, inhales so deeply it makes you shiver, and when he pulls back his smile is so genuine you could cry. “can i kiss you?”
you nod, already melting, and when he kisses you it’s nothing like the wild, messy scenes you’ve imagined—it’s sweet and slow, his lips soft, his mustache brushing your upper lip, his hand never leaving your waist, just squeezing you closer so your chest is pressed to his. his cock is hot and thick under you, but there’s no pressure, just the gentle grind of his hips when you rock down, and the way he moans, open-mouthed against your lips, the sound making your belly twist.
“you don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he says again, low and careful, lips brushing your jaw, every word sending a warm shiver through you. your fingers explore his skin—his broad shoulders, the little dip at the base of his throat, the muscle of his arms flexing as he holds you. you whisper, “i want to,” but your voice shakes, shame crawling up your neck, cheeks hot. “i just—i’ve never—i don’t want to mess it up. you’ve… done this before, right?”
his hand slides up your spine, kneading gently, comforting. “well, yeah, but,” he murmurs, smile curling at the edges, “you can’t mess it up. there’s no right way, no wrong way. s’just you and me. you feel so good, you got no idea.” his other hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking under your eye. “wanna know a secret?” he leans in, mouth ghosting against your ear. “i’m nervous too. swear to god.”
you laugh, the tension breaking just a little, and he kisses you again, slower, more confident, tongue sliding into your mouth, coaxing you to follow, to explore. he guides your hand to his chest, then lower, over the waistband of his sweats, and you can feel his cock straining, hot and pulsing. “you can touch me,” he whispers, voice thick, breath shaky. “you wanna make me feel good too, right?” when you nod, he grins, eyes shining. “see? you already know what to do.”
your hips shift, grinding down, the pressure sending a jolt through your body. his cock pushes up between your legs, heat blooming everywhere. your panties are soaked, fabric bunched aside, and every movement makes you more aware of how empty you are, how much you want him. he slips a hand between your thighs, cups you, middle finger running up and down your slit, so gentle it almost tickles, just enough to make you gasp and cling to him tighter.
“you’re so soft,” he breathes, nuzzling your neck, “so wet for me, baby. that’s all i need, you know? just you wanting me. s’all i ever want.” he rubs your clit, slow circles, patient, waiting for every sigh and whimper, until your hips are rocking on their own, chasing every little spark. he murmurs, “that feel good?” and you nod, desperate, breathless, hips moving, hands clutching at his back.
he guides you, never rushing, talking you through every touch—“let me know if it’s too much, if you want me to stop, okay?—and you feel so safe in his lap, his cock pressed against your cunt, your legs tangled around his hips, your nerves dissolving in the warmth of his hands and voice. he keeps kissing you, keeps touching, teaching you how to move, how to take what you want, how to feel so good you forget what fear is.
